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Fuckinglevi - Levi Is Fucking - Tumblr Blog
happy birthday to u happy birday to u happy birdthday to rain 🎂🎂🎂 ur event is so cute and fun i hope someone requests spicy akaashi (my fav) or whoever is ur current fav for u 😌 Now blow out ur candles please theres sso much wax dripping on the cake 😐
rain's b-day event!
sweet nothings
akaashi keiji; hint of spice but sfw ; u asked for spicy akaaashi and i deliver <3 @fuckinglevi
“I’ve read that a lot of people are into this,” Akaashi says, blinking owlishly at you.
The room is dimly lit, the light of flickering candles painting the walls in a soft, romantic glow.
“I-into…” you gesture wordlessly at the fruits and whipped cream, the honey and melted chocolate.
“Chocolate has been touted as an aphrodisiac since the ancient times,” Akaashi says. Your eyebrows twitch, a helpless smile threatening your lips.
“Yeah?” you decide to lean in, sauntering forward and dip a finger in the chocolate before wrapping your lips around it for a hard suck.
Akaashi swallows visibly.
“Uh — yes — I mean —”
You lean in to kiss him, his voice lost in the press of your lips on his. You tangle sticky fingers in his hair and he pulls back, pupils blown wide, his breath coming in staccato pants. You feel the press of his fingers along your hips and smile.
“C’mon then — you set all this up, tell me what you had in mind,” you say, letting your voice slip into the dark honey of lust, shimmying yourself back until you’re sitting up on the counter.
Akaashi gulps, gaze flickering down to the skin of your thighs.
“I just thought… you said you had a late start tomorrow…”
You smile, sweet and indulgent, reaching out to snick a strawberry from a bowl, dipping it in a liberal amount of whipped cream before lifting it up to press it to his lips. He opens his mouth without contest, his jaw going slack as he laves the cream from your fingertips.
You shudder, heat skittering down your spine.
“I do… so… does that mean you’ll promise to keep me up late tonight?”
Akaashi licks at this lips, “Only… if you tell me you want to be kept up.”
You let out a soft groan, “Oh, I really, really do.”
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Seeing you in my notifs makes me giggle hahaha 🫶🫶🫶🫶
omg i love everything u write dont mind me💓💓💓 if u catch me spam liking dont mind me im just saving fics for later so i can rb on my sideblog and scream in the tags💗💗💗
i come alive on this site once a year when i fall facefirst into a new hyperfix but this years flavor is steve harrington. ive been obsessed with his volume 2 looks
I don’t believe in happy endings.
I believe in Watanabe “endings”.
Watanabe endings capture the existential dread at the core of life simply moving on, with or without you.
LOOK HOW GORGEOUS HE IS
patron saint of nail bats, steve harrington
jan patreon print
(any spare prints will go on etsy later, this is gonna be a series this yr with diff characters 😌)